Something about him made Christy uneasy, especially when he looked at her with his deep, dark eyes, as if trying to peer into her soul. Reggie's eye contact seemed brazen, but he did it when Dave wasn't looking. Hopefully, this huge black man who towered over her husband wouldn't make an immediate decision. She needed to discuss this matter further with Dave. They could tell Reggie that someone else rented the room.
Reggie had experience with young, well-educated white women like Christy. He realized that he made her feel uncomfortable. A modest diamond engagement ring and wedding band sparkled together on her finger, catching his gaze.
He knew Christy's type. A privileged white girl raised in an upper-middle class family sheltering her from any interaction with men like himself. She likely professed racial equality but had never practiced it in her own bed.
Reggie had found their ad for a boarder on Craig's List. For a young couple without any children, this was far more house than they needed. He surmised that it was likely a greedy gamble they had made during the housing bubble, now leaving them in financial trouble.
A shrewd businessman from drug dealings on the street, and a seasoned sexual predator that had never missed a chance at scoring a vulnerable white pussy, Reggie understood the fleeting nature of this opportunity, and he wasn't going to let it slip away. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a thick stack of cash. "I'll take the room. How much security deposit do you want?"
They couldn't rent the room to this man. It wasn't his skin color that alarmed Christy. Something else about him made her hackles rise, and she wasn't sure why. Men stared at her often — she was used to it — but not like him. Standing with her arm entwined with her husband's, Christy tightly squeezed Dave's hand as a silent signal not to accept Reggie's offer.
All the money Reggie displayed mesmerized Dave who misinterpreted Christy's signal as an affirmation. "Uh, $500 for a security deposit ought to be enough."
A grin appeared on Reggie's face as he carefully pared away enough cash to cover the deposit plus an entire year's worth of rent. This naïve kid hadn't even asked for his full name yet — although Reggie was prepared with fake identification — and apparently wasn't going to do a background check either. He handed the stack of bills to Dave.
Dave's face lit up like he just found a long-lost friend. Like Christy, his teens weren't far in his rearview mirror. He had anticipated perhaps getting a security deposit and first month's rent — not a full year's worth of payments in a lump sum like this. They needed this money badly with bills past due and foreclosure looming. The cash now in Dave's hand gave him a rush of euphoria, like winning a sweepstakes.
Christy forced a smile Reggie recognized as insincere.
Reggie nodded at the money in Dave's grasp. "I need a receipt saying I paid the entire year room and board plus security deposit. We can write-up a formal lease later."
"Of course," Dave replied with a quick and enthusiastic shake of Reggie's hand to finalize their deal. "I'll be right back." Dave went to fetch a pen and paper to write the receipt, leaving Christy alone in the living room with Reggie.
While Dave was gone, Reggie sneaked another look at Christy's tight ass and firm, young tits, peeling away her clothing with his eyes, as if she was luscious fruit to devour. He imagined how she looked beneath that modest dress she wore.
Christy certainly was an attractive package. She stood about medium height with a petite build and perfect measurements that included a tight, flat stomach, nicely curved buttocks, and full breasts. She was exceptionally beautiful.
The 22-year-old college graduate and housewife took care of her figure through strict diet and daily exercise. Her model-like figure, combined with smooth, white skin, sparkling blue eyes, and silky, blond hair extending slightly past her shoulders, received gazes from many, who saw in her that unattainable girl of their dreams. Christy's heart belonged to her husband, Dave. He was the lucky man fortunate enough to have her.
But that didn't stop Reggie from undressing her with his dark eyes. His cock twitched as he thought about fucking this cute girl.
Reggie told them he was in school, but he was not dressed like your typical college student and wore an expensive sports jacket, silk slacks and Polo dress shirt that were all tailor fit and showed off a tall, muscular physique. Christy noticed impressive diamond rings on each of his hands. He looked more like an NFL linebacker than a college student to her.
"So, what are you studying?" Christy nervously asked, attempting to break an awkward silence. Reggie also seemed a little old to still be in college as he had claimed. She guessed he was approaching 30-years-old, although it was sometimes difficult to tell with black men.
"African Studies," he responded.
Earlier, Reggie had told them he was in college, but he hadn't set foot on a college campus in years, not since his younger days hustling drugs on the street. In his line of business, he moved up in rank without needing a formal education.
His quick reply with no elaboration seemed suspicious to Christy, but Dave suddenly returned smiling, a neatly written receipt and an extra key to their house in hand. "Here you go, roommate."
Dave's smile was contagious, and Reggie seemed to catch it as he took his key and receipt from him. "Okay, great. I'll be back later with my stuff and we can sign a lease."
Christy felt relief as she watched Reggie leave. He had made her anxious, like she was standing on the roof of a skyscraper, looking over the edge without anything stopping her from falling.
"Look at all this money!" Dave gleefully whispered holding up numerous hundred-dollar bills immediately after the door had closed and Reggie departed.
Christy felt uneasy about having that strange black man move in with them. "I don't know about this guy. Who carries around that much cash? Maybe we should check him out first, honey."
Christy stood waiting for a reply. Dave's back was towards her as he counted the money on their kitchen table for a second time. He wasn't listening to her and didn't hear what she had said.
Perhaps she was being overly cautious. She hadn't seen Dave this happy in a long time, since the rough economy had taken away their jobs and his pride, it seemed. The warehouse position Dave had found didn't replace his previous salary or pay all their bills, but this was enough cash to bring them current on their property taxes and avoid foreclosure.
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Reggie returned later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new bedroom while Christy and Dave went to bed. He couldn't believe his luck finding such an unwary couple, and a young, beautiful white girl to pursue. When Reggie finished settling in, he turned off the light.
He sat quietly on the edge of his bed, imagining what Christy looked like beneath that dress she had been wearing. Was her pussy completely shaved or did she have a small, neatly groomed bush? With a figure like that she had to wear a bikini and was likely meticulous about her bikini line. Reggie was determined to find out. Access to a victim was the biggest hurdle, and Christy's naïve husband had unwittingly helped him overcome it.
After a few moments, Reggie's eyes adjusted to the darkness. Perhaps he could sneak a peek at her sexy little body while she and her husband slept. He silently made his way down the hall to Christy's and Dave's bedroom door, which they carelessly left ajar.
But they weren't asleep. The sound of lovemaking — the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two people lost in passion — grew louder as Reggie approached. He stood at the threshold to their room and peered through the sliver of an opening at two shadowy figures moving in concert in the moonlight. Reggie's brown skin provided a perfect camouflage in the dimness of night.
Reggie watched, and his penis hardened as he observed Christy's terpsichorean figure in motion. His gigantic cock pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement. He wanted her badly.
His turn with her would come soon, he assured himself. He was going to have her one way or another and steal her from her husband.
"Oh, I'm going to cum," Reggie heard Dave exclaim.
"Oh, I love you," Christy cried as she wrapped her arms around her husband in a tight embrace and his body grew tense from his orgasm. It didn't sound to Reggie like Christy had cum at all.
Reggie imagined Christy wrapping her arms around him instead of Dave, crying to him that she was cumming, her wet pussy throbbing on his cock.
Dave withdrew his modest condom covered penis from Christy's tight vagina and turned on the light atop the nightstand beside their bed.
The thin latex membrane, slick with Christy's juices, contained a hint of Dave's ejaculate in its tip. Christy watched him slide the protective barrier off. They had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before trying to start a family. Christy had only recently been a bride and now she was Dave's faithful wife. She loved him as much as anyone could possibly love another person and nothing would ever change that.
After witnessing it all Reggie quietly returned to his room undetected.
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Early dawn chased away much of the darkness, and only a shadow of night remained. Dave had left for work at his usual early hour and Christy had visited the gym for her daily workout when Reggie woke to a dim, empty house.
Over the weeks, Reggie had learned their schedules, snooped around when they were out, discovered all sorts of useful facts about their lives. He knew Dave wouldn't return from work until evening, and Christy arrived home mid-morning.
Reggie plopped down on the living room couch and there it sat, on the coffee table right in front of him, like the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle, the unguarded key to a once impenetrable fortress. Christy had forgotten her cell phone this morning. He had watched her unlock it multiple times. It was a simple, four-number combination. On his third attempt, her phone opened. Reggie quickly made a backup of it on his laptop. With special software found on the dark web, he now had access to all her information. In her contacts was a cornucopia of important people — family members and friends, their addresses and phone numbers, everything he needed...
When Christy returned from her workout, Reggie sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts. She couldn't help noticing how big he was — the solid muscles bulging beneath smooth, dark skin covering his arms, chest and stomach — before seeing her phone on the coffee table where she had left it. She grabbed her phone, wanting to tell him to put on a shirt, but deciding against being confrontational.
He was gawking at her again. He was doing it more frequently and more blatantly, especially when Dave wasn't around. It seemed like the only things he studied were her ass and tits and she didn't like it. Her voice revealed annoyance. "When do you attend classes?"
Reggie began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch right in front of her while his eyes raked her body! "I take classes online. Where you work besides out at the gym every morning, baby?"
The way he was inappropriately touching himself embarrassed and repulsed her and hinted at the enormous size of his penis as he played with it through his shorts. He was practically masturbating in front of her. She tried ignoring his indecent behavior. "Don't call me 'baby'. I'm currently between jobs. I haven't seen you even open a book yet since you've been with us. You're not a college student. I don't know who you think you're fooling, but it's not me."
Christy turned away from his lustful stare. She needed to shower after her strenuous workout at the gym and get ready for a job interview this afternoon. She had a good feeling about this company and her prospects for employment with it. She headed toward her bedroom.
As she walked away from him, Reggie studied how the tight, black leggings she wore limned every delicious curve on her young, firm body, portraying a shapely ass and generous thigh gap. She was also wearing a black sports bra that had advertised her flat stomach and perky tits. His balls ached from unrelieved hard-ons she had been giving to him since he moved in. She wasn't very friendly to him, but perhaps that would change soon.
Reggie waited a few minutes and then followed Christy. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. He tried her bathroom door next, but it was locked.
She appeared in excellent shape and would fight him. But he had made his decision.
While he waited for the bathroom door to open, a crowd of framed photographs — Christy and Dave in better times, their family and friends — neatly stood on her dresser. He recognized some of the contacts he had found and copied from her phone. The still images of well-dressed white folks — who until now had insulated her from men like himself — watched in mute sympathy over what he prepared to do. Christy obviously cared deeply for these people, which would prove instrumental.
The shower stopped. Reggie's cock had grown hard inside his shorts during the wait. His balls, filled with sperm, ached with anticipation. After enduring weeks of torture from Christy, patiently planning while fantasizing about her, he was on the verge of finally satisfying his predatory urge.
Christy opened the bathroom door wearing pink panties made of silk with a matching bra. Her briefs were a sexy bikini cut. The rest of her clothes she had planned to put on waited neatly folded in her dresser. Suddenly greeted by Reggie, she tried to slam the door shut to keep him away. Her initial feeling about him had been a correct one, but she had disregarded it to please Dave. In an ironic twist of fate, Christy's attempt to appease her husband jeopardized their marriage far worse than their previous financial troubles.
Reggie's hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Christy's efforts and her feet, unable to hold ground, slid across the slick tile floor.
Reggie charged into her bathroom as Christy screamed. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Get out of my room and keep away from me!"
He punched Christy in her gut. She was unprepared for the blow and his fist drove into her belly like a cannon ball, the crushing impact evacuating the wind from her lungs.
"You gonna like getting fucked by your new black boyfriend, baby, and you gonna learn to love black cock."
She doubled over incapacitated gasping for air, while he dragged her by her hair from the bathroom.
Before Christy regained her breath, Reggie had thrown her into bed and tore her panties and bra off, leaving her lying on her back completely exposed.
Christy wheezed and coughed. "No, please, don't do this."
"What's the matter? Don't you wanna fuck a nigger?"
Reggie's eyes feasted on Christy's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of the treasure he planned to plunder. Younger women tended to always keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, as if they wanted to be ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude. Christy was apparently one of these women. Her naked body was as gorgeous as he had imagined.
Christy's smooth genitals lacked hair or even stubble, due to either expensive laser or wax treatments. What he had here was a pampered white girl, which explained some of their money problems. Her flat tummy was adorned by a delightful bellybutton and defined abdominal muscles. Pink areolae, perfect circles a little larger than quarters, crowned her perky, round c-cup tits.
Christy's silky, white skin contrasted with Reggie as he touched her. Her body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.
Reggie wondered how Dave could foolishly leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself. Reaching down between Christy's splayed legs, Reggie gently parted her labia, a lovely shade of pink revealed.
Christy felt Reggie begin manipulating her privates like she belonged to him. "Oh, god — no. Don't!" She grabbed his wrist to stop him.
Reggie yanked his wrist from her grasp, reached up and cruelly twisted her delicate, pink nipples, causing jolts of pain that would later become bruises on her perfectly formed flesh.
Christy's hands immediately went to protect her breasts and stop the pain.
From past work in human trafficking, preparing inexperienced and reluctant young females for the sex industry, he knew how to make Christy cooperate. He needed to roughen her up more to make her submissive. He raised his fist and plunged it into her solar plexus, like a torpedo striking a ship, sinking her into the sea.
"You need to calm down, baby, and let me love you." He pulled Christy's hands away from her excruciating stomach and delivered another punch just below her bellybutton.
She grabbed her stomach again and retched. Whatever he was saying or doing to her no longer mattered. Air— she needed precious air, like a diver trapped beneath the water, unable to reach the surface. And she needed the agonizing explosions in her gut to stop.
He blocked her from curling into a ball of pain. "No, baby, stay on your back for me. We not done yet. Now do what I say and quit resisting, so I don't have to punish you more." He pushed against her chest, keeping her held in a supine position. "That's a good girl. Stay like this and don't try to move or stop me and I won't hurt you." He again shoved her legs open, resumed spreading her labia, locating her clitoris among her pink folds. He licked his thumb and began gently rubbing its soft hood. "That's better— just let me touch you."
"Okay," she rasped in defeat, clutching her aching stomach as Reggie played with her clitoris. "I'm sorry...No more."
"You beautiful, baby, and I wanna make you feel good. Don't try to stop me."
Christy's pleas began returning between her gasps for air as Reggie calmly sat between her open legs fondling her — harrying her clitoris to arousal as she recovered. "Please stop... I promise...I won't tell anyone...if you stop. Don't do this to me."
But this horrible animal wasn't stopping.
Reggie noticed how Christy's clit was slowly engorging from his fillips, its timid head emerging from beneath its protective hood as he played with it. "I got your special spot and it's starting feel good, huh baby?"
"No, it doesn't feel good... Stop touching me... Why are you doing this?" Christy sobbed as Reggie caused involuntary responses in her body, her pink flesh glistening with natural secretions that encouraged him further and invited him to drink her nectar.
"I'm doing this because I love you, baby."
Reggie proceeded to spread her vaginal lips wide apart with his black fingers, her intimate pink anatomy held completely open and accessible, and he began orally assaulting her.
"Oh, god... stop it! Please...no... don't." She sat up on her elbows and from over her flat, battered tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried unsuccessfully to push Reggie's head away, her fingers clutching his kinky hair. He was sucking on her clitoris, keeping it fully engorged, increasing its sensitivity, and twirling his tongue over it.
Reggie ached for Christy, and while performing cunnilingus on her he slid off his gym shorts. Once free his monstrous organ sprang from confinement.
Christy's eyes widened when she saw his enormity. Reggie's cock looked more like a truck's radiator hose than a man's penis, with large veins distended beneath its dark brown skin. She had never seen a penis so large. There was no way he could possibly fit inside any woman. "No... keep away from me. I won't tell anyone about this, but you need to stop now. I mean it."
She was hysterically babbling as Reggie's fingers reopened her labia, stretching them wide apart, and he aimed his gigantic cock at her moist entrance.
Christy reached down to block him. But recalling how Reggie punished her earlier, her fingers merely grazed his hand and stopped short of their intended goal.
The large head of his penis pushed at Christy's wet opening and she became frantic. She didn't know what to say or do to stop him, her fingers uselessly resting on his hand as he held her vagina agape. Was this really happening to her? This monster was fondling her pussy, trying to put himself inside her. She felt like a paralyzed spectator watching this horrible crime being perpetrated on someone else. "I'm sorry I wasn't nice to you before, Reggie. I'll do anything you want. Please don't. Oh... no... you're too big..."
"You gonna do what I want anyway, baby, and we about to become very nice to each other. We gonna share something special."
The pressure from his attempted invasion built. She couldn't watch his huge cock and what he was trying to do to her anymore. Christy fell back, clenching the sheets in her fists. "Oh, god! No... Please. You're hurting me. Don't..."
Her husband's pecker must have been incredibly small, but Reggie slowly applied more force to overcome her pussy's resistance. Her moist labia finally surrendered, engulfing the head of his penis. "Oh, yeah, baby. You taking me. Oh, god, you feel so good."
"Ow..oh god... no," Christy cried, another man entering her for the first time, her pussy stretching for him and subversively providing lubrication for its own assault, and her fidelity to Dave eradicated by this horrible fiend, all in little more than an instant.
Reggie gradually advanced more of his cock into her. "Is this your first time with a negro, baby? You got a black cock in your pussy now. How it feel?"
"Oh god, stop it! Please, you're hurting me. Don't..."
"I'm sorry, baby, but you'll get used to me. Try and relax some and it'll be easier."
Christy couldn't relax. She felt him advance slightly deeper with each thrust. "No...I'm married to Dave. We let you live here with us. Why are you doing this to me?"
Reggie placed his index finger to her lips. "Shush, be quiet and stop crying. I told you before why I'm doing this — because I love you, baby, and I gotta have you. You constantly making me hard and I can't take it no more. You may be married but I'm inside you. You gonna be mine now."
"No," Christy whimpered. She would never be his. But her pussy acted contrarily and as nature insisted, welcoming his hardness and coating more of Reggie's cock with a moist, affectionate-like sheen, traitorously helping him to penetrate deeper.
How could this be happening to her? Why did Dave allow a stranger into their home? Why was she so wet for this disgusting man and why couldn't she control her own body? These and similar thoughts circulated in her mind, her face displaying both her physical and psychological anguish as furrows in her normally smooth skin.
Christy's pussy contained more cock in it than ever before. Reggie's penis was triple the girth of Dave's and visited Christy's unchartered depths. With most of his length inside her, Reggie mercifully refrained from going further. There was no need rushing things their first time together and causing her excessive discomfort. But Reggie was certain she would grow accustomed to his size and eventually want his entire dick. Christy didn't realize it yet, but this was only the beginning of a long, intimate relationship.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Christy moaned in concert with squeaks from the bed.
Reggie attempted to look directly into her blue eyes while fucking her, but Christy kept averting his stare and moving her head away from him. "No!" she snarled.
A wild spark appeared in Reggie's eyes as he irately grabbed Christy's chin, pinching it in his vise-like grip. He turned her head to face him. "Look at me when I'm fucking you!"
From beneath pools of tears, Christy's eyes met his as he claimed her. She felt his immense cock making its long journey in and out of her defeated pussy, now his conquered territory.
"Ow, please stop it!"
"I want you to cum first, baby, and show me how much you love your new nigger boyfriend. Then maybe I'll stop."
Occupying conquered territory wasn't enough for him. He wanted her complete surrender. She replied with silence, determined not to give him the satisfaction of her orgasm and total victory. He had already destroyed the precious fidelity of her marriage to Dave; there was no way she would ever cum for this filthy pig.
"Oh, you gonna cum for me whether you want to or not," Reggie warned, quickening his pace as if reading her thoughts and determined to defy them.
"No," Christy hissed through clenched teeth. But the physical discomfort of having Reggie so deep inside her had already dissipated, her vagina accepting his large penis and bathing it with juices.
Reggie shifted position and felt her pussy begin contracting around his dick in response. Big black cock was just too difficult for most white girls to resist, and despite her resolve and hatred for him, Christy didn't last too long before having an orgasm. "That's it, baby, cum for me like a good, little white girl. Keep cumming on that big nigger dick. You really wet, and I can feel you starting to like me."
Christy grimaced, and her hands pushed against his muscular chest. How could he say such horrible, racist things and how could he make her body do that? But his thick shaft kept stretching her vaginal labia and giving her rich sensations that she didn't want from him but couldn't stop receiving. "Oh... oh... don't... oh — no!
"Christy's voice grew louder as her unwanted arousal increased. "No, no, no— stop doing this to me! I don't want to cum for you. You're disgusting and I hate you. Oh, god. Oh, ooh, ooh, don't..."
He felt Christy's vaginal muscles spasm from a second, stronger orgasm.
Reggie continued fucking her and occasionally her pelvis replied with slight coital movements of its own, her body revealing an increasing desire to engage in the sex act. It was an autonomous response she tried to prevent. Not quite the enthusiastic reaction from her that he sought, but for now, at least, she had tired of resisting. He mercifully withstood the urge to bury his remaining length inside her...
Christy had wanted this heinous act to end, but it seemed to go on indefinitely. She finally noticed him accelerating and panicked, realizing the full extent of what was approaching. He was inside her and he was going cum soon. "Please, you've got to pull out now," she begged. "Don't cum in me!"
Christy was a haughty, white female, and Reggie enjoyed every step of taking her: initially molesting her and causing her body to respond in a way that was incredibly embarrassing for her; introducing her pussy to his huge cock; making her orgasm from it and causing her additional shame. He looked forward to completing his despicable act by ejaculating inside her.
"I love you, baby, and I made you cum. Don't you want to reciprocate my love and let me cum in your pussy? We supposed to be nice to each other when we making love and cum together. You not racist, are you?"
He must have been delusional because they were NOT making love; he was raping her! Her eyes became saucers of fear. "No, you can't do that. Please, don't cum in me."
She couldn't let him do it. Christy's dainty hands renewed their efforts and pushed harder against Reggie's burly, black chest. Arching her back and repositioning her pelvis, she tried squeezing her vaginal muscles to dislodge him. Her efforts — which would have worked against someone of normal size — were no match for Reggie's gigantic penis imbedded too far in her pussy to oust.
Reggie's penis securely occupied Christy's vagina after her failed attempt to expel it, but he felt what she had tried to do. With a quick jab, he penetrated a little further for her insubordination. "We not done yet, baby. You want more of me? I got a big, black dick for you to enjoy and I been holding back so you can adjust to it. I was going to go slow, but you try something like that again and you getting all of me whether you ready or not."
It was less than an inch, but to Christy it felt like a mile more of Reggie was now going inside her.
Her hands tightly gripped his hips. "Ow, oh, oh, no more! Oh god! Okay, I'm sorry... I won't do it again," she yipped from the jolt of pressure and discomfort, more of him going into her, further stretching her vaginal muscles.
"You ready for all of me, baby?"
"Ooh... ooh... no...ah...oh.. ooh, ooh.."
To Christy's chagrin, the shock from his additional length made her orgasm again. Meanwhile, his dark eyes rolled in their sockets toward the ceiling with long awaited relief, his penis releasing a torrent of cum. "Oh, yeah, baby, take me. We cumming together. Your pussy be milking my cock. Oh, god, you feel so incredible."
Reggie tightly embraced Christy as they both orgasmed and he injected his seed deep inside her. "I love you, baby."
She felt Reggie's slimy ejaculate fill her and begin oozing from her vagina down the crack of her ass. She cried beneath him, her hands uselessly grabbing at his shoulders but unable to remove him. "Oh, no, no, no. Why are you doing this? You're cumming in me. Stop it."
"We cumming simultaneously, baby, like we suppose to. It's a beautiful thing. I feel your tight pussy throbbing on my cock. You not ready for me to pull out yet. I gotta let you enjoy this a little longer until you completely done. How many times this be for you anyway, three or four?" Reggie asked, musing to himself how Christy, once a privileged white girl, well-kept by a young, successful husband, was now reduced to renting out a room in her home to a black man and getting fucked by him, because her inept husband couldn't manage money.
The deed was completed. Christy lay beneath Reggie's heavy frame, like fading echoes of thunder, her pussy clenching his deflating cock from the orgasms he had forced her to have. She hated Reggie, yet she had been unable to prevent herself from cumming for him. "Okay, get off me now," she uttered, pushing her hands against his muscular chest.
He removed his flaccid cock from Christy as she remained in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling, her pussy gaping from his departure and her legs left indecently spread apart momentarily before rediscovering modesty and closing. She glanced at Reggie's penis as he stood beside her. Even soft, it appeared enormous and she didn't believe that the horrific thing had been inside her.
"You ever give your husband head?" Reggie asked.
Christy looked at Reggie with bewilderment as this muscular black man who had just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her off the bed and into a kneeling position beside it. She fully understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis in her face. His cock was coated with both of their secretions, and it was disgusting.
Her teeth remained clenched.
"I don't want to hurt you more. Open your goddamn mouth and suck on me nicely, like you want me."
She shook her head from his grasp. "I'll bite it off," she snarled.
Privileged white girls like Christy could be stubborn and sometimes needed additional encouragement. With a clap like an ancient branch snapping off a mighty tree, his open palm crashed against her cheek, leaving Christy with bright stars floating in her eyes and the coppery taste of blood trickling from somewhere inside her mouth.
Christy sat on the floor stunned.
"Don't think about biting me, or you won't have any teeth left and I'll have to mess up your beautiful face."
She didn't think she could tolerate Reggie's cock in her mouth without vomiting.
Reggie tightly pulled her hair. "Now suck on me nice, baby, and learn to like it."
Her lips obediently went around the foul thing.
"Oh, yeah, that's a good girl. That's both of us on my cock, baby—you and me and our love for each other. See how good we taste together? Clean our cum off my cock and relish the special flavor we made. I gonna teach you how to do this right."
She thought about biting down on his penis anyway, but he suddenly jerked her hair hard.
"Nicer, like you enjoying it. Remember, act like you my girlfriend and like you love me. You bite me, and I'll kill you and then I'll slice up your husband when he gets home tonight."
Regardless of what he thought, she would NEVER like anything about him or be his girlfriend. She hated him, but he terrified her. She heeded his warning and to her surprise, even though the thought of sucking on his cock had been revolting, the actual taste wasn't awful. The longer she performed the act, the more tolerable it became. As she followed his directions, he relaxed his grip on her hair and his treatment improved.
He unexpectedly slapped her cheek again, but gently this time. "Do I need to get rough with you some more? Remember to touch my cock nicely while you sucking on it."
Fearful of what he might do if she didn't follow his instructions, she reached up to his scrotum with her other hand and began delicately rolling his warm, heavy testicles between her fingers while drawing on his shaft. Reggie's balls were egg-shaped like Dave's, but absurdly bigger like every other part of Reggie.
To Christy's dismay, his penis was becoming larger from her forced caresses. How could he become hard again so soon? Once Dave came, he was done for the evening.
Fully erect, it seemed like little more than the head of Reggie's cock fit in her mouth.
"That's it. Yeah, that feel good. Put your fist around the shaft and stroke it some while you suck on it... like this." He took her hands and guided her. "Softly and slowly and keep the head in your mouth. Oh, yes. Right there. That part is real sensitive. Ah, I like you stroking it there, just like that, baby. I gotta hold back, though. I don't wanna cum too soon for you."
Cum too soon for her? Did he really think she enjoyed doing this to him? She hated him.
"Oh yeah, you gonna stay my girlfriend. Keep sucking on me, baby... easy... that better. We in no rush. You gotta learn to take your time and savor it. Dave won't be home for a while, and I got enough cum in my balls to make you spit out black babies until your ovaries dry up."
Again, he yanked her hair. "I got a lot to teach you. Twirl your tongue over the head some. Show more affection. Remember how nice I did it to you? Act like you love me. Yeah, that's better. Now run your lips up and down the shaft. Ah, yeah, baby, keep doing that. Okay, now stroke it some more."
She felt his grip in her hair tightening. "Look at me," he scolded her, pulling her hair and turning her face upward and toward him. He struck her cheek softly. "Touch it lovingly while doing that. You see how hard you made me again? This how a man's body shows love for the woman he's with. You need to reciprocate my love by pleasuring my cock and giving it your affection. Don't forget, you want to do this to me. Now try again."
Reggie continued giving her cruel tutorials. She had no choice but to comply with his demented demands and pretend to worship his big black cock. She reluctantly learned how to perform oral sex on him, how he liked to be touched, and how to act like she enjoyed doing it. "That's it. Keep showing me how much you love me and how you want to do this to me," he repeated to her. "See how much I love you? You making me really hard, baby."
Her wedding band sparkled on her finger as she gently tugged on his dark appendage and pretended to love him. His cock twitched, startling her slightly. She held his massive shaft in both hands with plenty of its length to spare. Her lips moved up and down his thick rod; her tongue licked it. How could his cock possibly be so big? she wondered.
Reggie felt another batch readying. "Oh, I'm gonna cum soon, baby. Swallow all of me — every last drop. Make me think you like it and love me."
"No," she growled, trying to free herself from his grip. There was no way she was going to swallow his cum and pretend to like it. But he pulled her hair hard, forced the head of his cock back into her mouth and held her firmly. With her face buried in his groin, his thick, long penis extending down her throat, her open hands reached up while shoving against his hard stomach.
"Don't even try to get away, baby. You don't want me to hurt you and kill Dave when he gets home tonight. It's not worth fighting. Swallow me and it'll all be okay and over soon."
Christy didn't want to swallow Reggie's nasty, white cream, but he had threatened her, and he grasped her hair tightly, preventing her from pulling away.
After the first couple of mouthfuls, her shoves started losing determination. His cum was working on her. He could tell it was becoming less distasteful to her by the way she finally stopped resisting and started gulping it down.
"That's it, keep swallowing and protect your family, Christy. Drink all of me, baby. The more of it you swallow, the better things will be. My cum is special and you starting to like it. You see how good I'm starting to taste and how much you starting to love me? It's getting difficult for you to resist it."
Christy replied with a moan. Her open palms slowly slid down his firm, muscular stomach, appreciating the ripples in his strong abdomen while she drank from him, until her fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft of his massive penis, as if everything he was saying to her was suddenly and unexplainably true. His cock became like a fountain of masculinity delivering a perverted nourishment to her. The more she pleasured him the more of it she received.
He relaxed his hold, Christy gently milking his cock and quaffing from it, not noticing that he had let go of her hair. She remained engrossed with his cock as he spoke, running her lips up and down its shaft, licking up the white cream still spewing from its head as if it was a treat.
"That's a good girl. Keep feeding from me, baby," he repeated while tenderly stroking her hair. "You've sampled me and now you mine."
When his cum eventually stopped flowing, she pulled her mouth away. A thread of jism momentarily spanned from his softening phallus to her lips, like a web from a venomous spider, one of many strands trapping its paralyzed prey.
Christy appeared dazed when she had finished drinking his poison. Reggie gently took her elbow and guided her to sit on the edge of her bed. She didn't think it was possible for a man to produce that much semen. He had profusely ejaculated in her pussy only a short while ago and effortlessly repeated it a second time in her mouth, and she had swallowed all of him.
Christy stared up at him from where she sat, sparks of hatred forming in her eyes, his strong taste lingering on her taste buds, his perverted essence filling her stomach and womb. A heavy silence permeated the room until a pair of mating birds nonchalantly announced Spring outside her bedroom window, as if everything in the world was as it should be. Nature was ironic and cruel and didn't care about the laws that governed civilized men and women that Reggie had broken.
Like a brilliant vein of gold, the afternoon sun leaked through a crack between the bedroom curtains that had been drawn since morning, hiding her sexual assault from the outside world. Reggie took a seat beside her on the edge of the bed and put his arm around her shoulder, their naked bodies touching once more. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to be cruel to you, baby."
Christy violently shrugged his muscular arm off her shoulder and scooted away. "Don't touch me ever again and don't call me baby."
Reggie stood up. He realized she was upset, but she would eventually get over it. "Listen, baby, before you go tell your husband or anyone else about this, you should know that I'm not who you or your husband think I am. I gave Dave a fake name and I.D. when I moved here. My real last name is Johnson. I'm Reggie Johnson. If you don't know who I am, you can look me up on Google."
She vaguely remembered that name from somewhere, but she was too distressed to think about it now. "Get out of our house and don't ever come back," she spat.
He chuckled at her. "I have a receipt for a year's lease paid in full and signed by your husband. I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm staying right here with you."
"Dave will notice the marks you left on me, you disgusting pig. He's going to have you put in jail."
Reggie's eyes lit up with rage. "That wouldn't be smart. If you want Dave to live, you better hope he never finds out who I am or what we done today. And don't ever threaten me, or the beating I just gave you will seem like gentle petting."
He reflected for a moment before continuing. "I know all about your family. Your Grandma Emily lives at 425 Elm Street in Springfield, your mom and dad at 321 Flagmore Drive in Dover. Be nice and cooperate, and I'll take care of you. But if anyone finds out who I am or that I'm here, if I'm arrested for any reason, I'm gonna assume you ratted on me; and my homeboys will be coming for your husband, your family, and your friends — everyone even remotely related to you. Trust me, they won't be able to hide.
"You seem like a smart girl. Do your research before you open your mouth," he added.
How did he know where her parents lived, her grandmother's name and where she lived? Christy was unaware that he had accessed her phone while she was at the gym, that he had searched through her house each day when she was gone, went through her personal papers, researched every aspect of her life over the past weeks.
"Be nice to me. I know what it feels like inside you. I made you cum several times, baby. Don't try to deny it because I felt you doing it on my cock. I came in your pussy and in your mouth and you swallowed every last bit of me. Even though you married, we shared something special with each other today, Christy — our secret, and it makes you my girlfriend. There's just a little red mark on your face, nothing too noticeable unless you let Dave see the rest of your sexy body."
He paused for a moment, his eyes raking her still naked figure on display for him. "Them beautiful tits and that tight stomach took some punishment. That wouldn't have happened if you had cooperated. If you get bruises, keep your clothes on around your husband until they fade."
He smirked at her. "Guess you may have to cut poor Dave off for a while — no more sex with him for a week or two. After how we fucked today you should be satisfied for a while anyway. If Dave asks about the mark on your face, tell him you accidentally slipped at the gym and hurt yourself."
Rage surged through her veins and she wanted to scratch Reggie's face off with her fingernails, yet she was powerless to do anything but remain silent while staring up at him from the edge of her bed where she still helplessly sat.
"You wanna come take a shower with me, baby? Since you probably won't be able to fuck Dave for a while, we can have a quickie before he gets home. I'll even let you suck my cock some more. You seemed to like doing that."
Was he serious? How could he think that she wanted more sex or that she had enjoyed any part of what he had done to her? She looked away from him in disgust.
"Suit yourself," he added, heading toward her master bathroom. He had his own bathroom near his room; he didn't belong in hers. He was treating her house the same way he had just treated her body — like it belonged to him.
While Reggie showered, the once confident Christy sat in shock on her bed pondering what had occurred and what he had said to her. He was dangerous and violent, and his threats were serious. She debated reporting him to law enforcement anyway. But her ordeal — so filthy, vile, and embarrassing — would need to be retold.
He had made her body become aroused and do embarrassing things. She had climaxed for him more than once. Reggie would claim the act was consensual. Would Dave believe her orgasms were involuntary? Everyone, including Dave, would know she had been fucked by this disgusting man, that he had performed oral sex on her, and that she had performed it on him and swallowed his cum. How could she ever explain these awful things to people?
Paramount and most terrifying of all, if Reggie was who he claimed to be, she risked causing her family and friends tortuous deaths. Somehow, he knew where her parents and grandma lived. What else did he know about her?
Christy decided to keep what had happened a secret until she found out more about Reggie Johnson. With his cum leaking from her pussy and his taste remaining in her mouth, she hastily dressed and left before he finished showering.
But Christy missed her promising job interview.
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Christy learned that Reggie Johnson had a lengthy Wikipedia page devoted to him. There was stuff all over the Internet about him. Officials suspected him responsible for numerous drug related murders and heinous crimes. Many of his victims were tortured and mutilated in horrible ways. He allegedly reigned over an extensive criminal empire, and with the help of powerful friends and gifted attorneys, he avoided conviction.
Christy had tried making herself scarce while Dave wasn't around to evade Reggie. It was torment having to share her home with the pervert who had molested and raped her. But one night while she was alone making dinner, Dave watching football in the living room, Reggie came into the kitchen to get himself and Dave another beer.
His proximity filled Christy with apprehension and embarrassment. The tension was palpable, but it was entirely hers. Each time she saw him she relived what he had done to her. But Reggie seemed unphased by her discomfort, carrying himself with an apparent pride that sickened her. Being alone in the same room with him was intolerable.
Reggie closed the refrigerator door and turned toward her wearing a big smile and holding a bottle in each of his hands. He triumphantly stared at her as if she was his conquest. "I notice you been staying out during the day when Dave isn't here," he quietly said. "You trying to avoid me?"
She angrily glared at him. How could he ask that after the horrible things he did to her?
"Playing hard to get, huh? You best make sure you remain home for me. I want time alone with you, baby. Things started out on the wrong foot between us and we need to talk."
"We're not ever talking about anything except you moving out of here. Get away from me and get out of our home, Reggie. Leave me and my family alone. I want nothing to do with you."
"Real bad things might start happening to your family and friends if you don't treat me right. I mean it, Christy. I know all your people, where they live and work." He reached up, pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. "Take it," he insisted, handing her the folded sheet. It was apparently a computer generated list of everyone she knew, their phone numbers, addresses, where they worked, and even some of their birthdays.
"Where did you get this?"
"That's not important. My homeboys have a copy of that list with instructions. All I have to do is send a text. And if anything happens to me, like if I'm arrested for any reason, they have orders to torture and kill everyone on that list. I always get what I want, and I want to talk to you alone. I'm getting impatient and I'm not waiting no more. Tomorrow you staying home when Dave goes to work, or he won't come home at all. You understand me?"
What would Reggie's thugs do to Dave? Who else would Reggie hurt? She remembered what Reggie did to her, but Reggie and his goons were capable of far worse things, and they were going to start doing them to people she loved if she didn't at least pretend to go along with him. The prospect of spending another day alone with Reggie was terrifying, but Christy needed to protect her husband and her family and friends.
Christy slowly nodded her head.
"I can't hear you. Is that a yes, baby?"
"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth.
"Good girl. We'll just talk some, get to know each other better, and maybe become friends, nothing else. I promise I'll be nice, Christy. Everything that happened before is gonna stay our secret. I know how embarrassing it must be, but you don't have to worry about Dave or anyone else ever finding out as long as you cooperate. Okay?"
She would never be his friend after what he had done to her, but she slowly nodded her head again in agreement. What choice did she have? The triumphant smirk on his face grew larger and filled her with even more hatred for him, yet she remained powerless to do anything about it. He could easily have Dave, her family and friends killed. He casually returned to the living room and left her standing there speechless.
The refrigerator began to drone, interrupting the silence Christy found herself alone in, replacing the cool air Reggie had let escape from it. How could Dave have been so careless and allowed this dangerous criminal to move in with them?
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When morning arrived, Christy was lying in bed with her eyes closed, still unable to sleep. The sun had yet to rise and daylight was more than an hour away. She had spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about her earlier conversation with Reggie and what would happen today once Dave left for work.
She reassured herself that all Reggie wanted to do was talk this time. She had pondered how she should act and what she should say to him. She would be strong, but also diplomatic, and try to reason with him. She would agree to keep his identity and what he had done to her secret if he would leave her and her family alone. Surely that would be enough to appease him.
The alarm rang for a moment before Dave silenced it. She felt the bed shake as he got up, and she heard him close the bathroom door. The sound of flowing water from the shower Dave was taking would normally be soothing for Christy, but instead each passing second brought her increasing anxiety.
Dave exited the bathroom and Christy still appeared asleep. She usually woke with him in the morning. "Hey, lazy head. Are you going to get up and go to the gym today?"
Christy opened her eyes, pretending to just awaken. "I'm tired," she answered. "I didn't sleep well last night."
"I'm sorry, honey. Are you sick?"
She shook her head. She wished she could tell Dave the truth.
"Maybe you should skip the gym today and sleep in. I've got to head off to work now." Dave kissed her cheek, turned off the light, and left Christy lying in their bed engulfed by the early morning darkness.
Christy was exhausted after remaining awake the entire night paralyzed with indecision. She had second thoughts again about confronting Reggie. Should she get dressed and get out of the house to avoid him as she had done previous mornings since he raped her?
She had been going to the gym in the mornings with her duffle bag containing a change of clothes. She normally worked out and then went to the library and used the computers there to look for a job until it was almost time for Dave to come home. If she left the house today, Reggie had threatened to start hurting members of her family and her friends.
Reggie had slept soundly but had been awake for over an hour when he heard Dave leave. Reggie's cock had been hard the entire night because of Christy and remained that way now. He wanted to fuck her again. It was still early morning as he made his way down the shadowy hallway to Christy's room. The door was closed, the way Dave had left it before departing for work, and Reggie didn't bother knocking. He slowly turned the knob and with soft, cat-like steps quietly entered.
Christy was still in bed and lying on her stomach. She didn't hear Reggie enter and appeared to be sleeping. The pictures of her family and friends that had watched the previous time he had taken her remained on the dresser, silently observing from the shadows in disapproval. Reggie slipped off his boxers and cautiously pulled back the sheets to get in bed beside her, noticing she was wearing only a bra and panties. His cock ached to reunite with her. He carefully unclasped the hook of her bra and began removing it.
Exhaustion caught up with Christy and she had dozed off.
Reggie's muscular arm reaching around her shoulder and his hard cock stabbing her hip as he joined her in bed woke Christy. He began kissing her ear. "I'm glad to see you listened and stayed home for me today. You making the right decision. I'll be gentle with you. We gonna make love, baby, and I'm gonna make you enjoy it. I'm gonna make sure you cum a bunch of times." His hand descended toward her panties.
This couldn't be happening again, she thought, but fear left her momentarily paralyzed. He was in bed with her, touching her! She had to stop him before things went too far. She rolled over, grabbed his hand resting on her hip, and pushed it away. "No, stop touching me and get out of my bed. We can talk if you want. I've kept your secret and haven't told anyone about you or what you did to me the other day, but I'm not going to be your toy and you're not going to make me do anything like that ever again."
When she turned over to face him, her bra partially fell off and Reggie's eyes feasted on her firm, young tits, bearing the fading bruises he had left on them the other day. She was wearing a bra in bed to hide the incriminating marks from her husband.
Christy realized Reggie was looking at her breasts, and as her arms went to cover them, his hand that had lovingly caressed her moments ago, before she had rejected him and shoved it away, formed into an angry fist and plunged into her stomach. "I thought you had learned from last time, but you making me get rough again, baby."
Christy held her gut in pain while Reggie grabbed her loosened bra and pulled it completely off. He then slapped her cheek.
"No, don't hit me," she gasped, one hand clutching her stomach, the other shielding her face, and her perky tits left uncovered.
"You want rough foreplay this morning? This ain't nothing compared to what my homeboys gonna do to your Grandma Emily in a little while before they kill her. They like running train on old white ladies. I think I'll text my niggers now since you not cooperating."
Reggie started to leave the bed.
"Oh god, no! Don't hurt my grandma! Please, I'll do what you want, Reggie."
"This be your last chance. I mean it." Reggie's hands returned to Christy's hips and pulled at her panties. "Lift up for me and let me get these off you."
Christy didn't want to let him touch her, but she had no choice it seemed, her ass rising off the mattress for him as she sobbed. This wasn't going at all like she had anticipated.
"That's better," he said, dragging the soft undergarment down her smooth legs and removing it from her feet.
With Christy completely naked, Reggie lied beside her for a moment, putting his arm around her chest, caressing her right breast and playing with her nipple as if he was her longtime lover. "Please, you said you just wanted to talk," she sniveled.
He began kissing her neck, and as his lips moved closer to her ear her nipple involuntarily hardened between his fingers. "We'll talk while we make love, baby. There be no better way for two people to become friends and get to know each other. You gonna cum and enjoy this even though you may not want to. You don't have a choice and we not repeating last time where you tried to fight it. You my girl and you not telling me no again. You either gonna start letting me love you or bad things gonna start happening to your people. You understand?"
The back of her head rested on a soft pillow as tears trickled down the sides of her face and into her silky blond hair. She nodded her reply realizing there would be no reasoning with him regardless of what she said or how strong she tried to be.
"Good girl. I'll treat you nice... as long as you cooperate," he softly whispered between delivering kisses to her ear and filling it with his hot breath. His fingers relentlessly fondled her hard nipple for what seemed like eternity.
Reggie sat up and went to her legs, which had remained closed. His hands landed on her inner thighs. "Now open up for me so I can taste your sweet honey."
"Oh god, please don't perform oral sex on me again," she cried as she allowed him to spread her thighs open.
"Good girl...very nice," Reggie commented, ignoring Christy's plea and gazing once more at the lovely pink of her most intimate place. Reggie repositioned himself between her open legs and his fingers delicately culled her clitoris from her folds. "Let's see if I can get you in the mood for this, baby." He began licking her clit, wetting it with his saliva, and messaging it between a 'V' his two fingers made.
"Is it starting to feel good, baby?" he asked, her clit slowly firming in his fingers and her pussy moistening.
"No, p-p-please stop touching me."
His thumb remained on her clitoral hood rubbing the sensitive flesh. "You getting wet, and I think you getting a clit boner, baby. It's getting firmer, and soon it will need to be relieved."
"Oh, god, you're making me that way. S-s-stop touching me. Don't make me do this."
Reggie enjoyed making this privileged white girl cry in embarrassment. She couldn't stop him from making her pussy wet and her clit engorged, and she couldn't stop him from fucking her either. He thought it was a nice reversal of roles considering the history between their two races and what her ante-bellum ancestors may have done to his. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth, his tongue twirling over it. "You want me to stop now, baby?"
"Yes, p-p-please don't do it anymore," she pleaded, welcoming his reprieve.
"Okay, I'll stop for a little while if you suck my cock instead."
Christy looked at him with dismay. How could he possibly expect her to do such a thing again? She was married to Dave and none of this was supposed to be happening. "I-I-I can't do this with you. Stop it—please!"
"Okay, baby. I guess you ain't ready for me to stop then." He resumed mercilessly attacking her clit, heightening its sensitivity and bringing her closer to an embarrassing orgasm. Christy desperately tried not to cum, finally surrendering and agreeing to perform oral sex on him if he would stop performing it on her. "Oh god...oh, oh, ah, ooh. Okay, I'll suck your cock," she cried out. "Just stop doing this to me!"
Reggie comfortably lied on his back in the bed Christy had shared with her husband only a short while ago. Her soft breast pushed against his hard stomach as she took his enormous cock in both her hands and reluctantly put its head in her mouth. She didn't want to perform oral sex on him and had tried to forget how he made her do it to him last time.
"You suppose to act like my girlfriend. Now do it nice, the way I taught you before," he reminded her. "Get into it like you did last time. Twirl your tongue over the head and run your lips up and down the shaft... yeah, like that. Now play with my balls some too while you doing that. You know how I like it."
She wished she had never met Reggie or know things so intimate about him as how he liked his cock sucked and the ways he enjoyed being touched. She had tried to block all the sordid details, the disgusting things he had made her do to him, from her memory. Now she was forced to repeat those lascivious acts.
His hand rubbed her back and he kept squeezing her butt cheek. She despised him, yet he made her act as if she loved him, like his girlfriend who wanted him. She did none of this by choice. While sucking on his cock and stroking his shaft, her free hand reached down to his scrotum and caressed his heavy gonads.
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